Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 913 Extra Story 51 Of Aaron Accident

Thinking of the family's future, Aaron's mouth gradually curled into a deep smile. He looked at the manor with satisfaction and asked, "How's the greenhouse going?"

"According to Miss Mo's taste and preference, all kinds of roses have been planted in the greenhouse," Ken replied with some relief. "And the bookshelves have been placed in the way that you have designed them to be." "Good job!" Aaron replied pleased as he casually strolled through the manor, and then finally stepped into the greenhouse.

The greenhouse was a ventilated house made out of transparent glass. It was a lovely place to spend time there, regardless of what the climate was like outside.

Aaron took the remote control and pressed a button. A low buzzing sound could be heard, and then the glass wall that was filled with roses began to fold and moved to one side. He sat on the sofa, and a soft breeze with the sweet scent of flowers blew gently on his face. 'She will love this place, won't she?'

Aaron then pulled out his smartphone and dialed her number.

"Hello?"

The tone of her voice on the phone sounded reverent. However, there was still a touch of arrogance in it.

"What are you up to?" Aaron asked as he pressed the button on the remote control again. The glass wall then retracted, and the greenhouse became closed once more.

"Um... I'm reading some books," Ximena turned the page of a fashion design book as she answered vaguely. Some dictionaries and reference books were also scattered on the table beside her.

"I will pick you up for dinner in a little while." Aaron felt somewhat stiff and self-conscious, but he still commanded like an emperor.

Ximena rolled her eyes at his request and then frowned. "May I stay?" She closed her book and then added, "I'm not hungry."

"..." Aaron noticed that Ximena was unwilling. "Well, I'll go home for dinner later on then."

"Fine," Ximena agreed and then said nothing more.

Aaron hung up the phone and regarded the furniture in the greenhouse. There was an antique English hand-carved white table, a lovely hammock to take a nap in, and bookshelves filled with books on various fashion designs and other things. And everything was surrounded by the beautiful scent of roses. His aloof eyes had a subtle hint of tenderness in them as he looked around the greenhouse. 'That's all that she wanted.'

He stood up and walked out of the greenhouse at a leisurely pace and then left the manor; the manor that he had prepared for Ximena; the manor that he hoped would represent, home..

After the phone call from Aaron, Ximena's cold face showed a complex expression.

She knew that her belly would become larger by the day, and it wouldn't take long before everyone found out that she was pregnant. But she was still reluctant to leave. The reason she was reluctant to leave was that she simply didn't want to leave at all. But now it became the most fundamental reason.

"My lady," the maid placed a glass of freshly squeezed juice on the coffee table in front of Ximena. "What would you like for afternoon tea?"

"Nothing, thank you." Ximena shook her head.

The maid was in a dilemma with what to do and fidgeted nervously with her hands. She bowed her head down and said, "Miss Mo, I would be much obliged if you could eat something." The servants seemed to like Ximena. They thought she was a very kind person and would never give them a hard time.

Ximena gave a little sigh; she knew that it was Aaron who had ordered the maid to ask her. "It's up to you. Anything you like."

"Yes, Miss Mo," the maid answered happily.

Ximena watched as the maid left the room and suddenly wondered when she started to be so discontent.

She sighed and lay down with her head resting on the back of the sofa. Her long hair cascaded over the edge, and she stared blankly up at the ceiling deep in thought.

'What should I do? Confess my pregnancy or not?

Should I regard it as an opportunity for me and my baby?"

Ximena curled her lip. 'Don't tell me that I should prepare for the worst.'

"Ah-" Ximena cried out in frustration. The servants that were doing the housework in the living room stopped and looked at her perplexed.

Ximena noticed the stares and suddenly felt self-conscious. She sat up immediately and glanced at them with an uneasy smile and said, "Well, don't mind me. I'm just going out of my mind... Yes, that's it. Just continue with what you were doing, please." "Yes, Miss Mo," the servants replied and then carried on with their work. However, there was someone quietly observing her.

The corner of Ximena's lip twitched nervously. She picked up the glass of juice and had a drink to appear calm.

"Miss Song!"

The noise at the doorway caught Ximena's attention. It sounded like someone was greeting the new-coming guest. She turned to see that Zoey was standing at the door, glaring at her with daggers in her eyes.

Zoey gave her a scornful snort and then strutted over to the sofa like a peacock. She sat down beside her and waved her hand arrogantly at the maid that scurried behind and commanded, "Give me some scented tea, not juice."

"I will do as you wish, Miss Mo," the maid replied obediently and left right away to make the tea.

Ximena ignored Zoey and pretended like she wasn't there. She usually treated aggressive people in that manner.

"Ximena Mo!" Zoey detected that she was being ignored and called Ximena's name out for attention. But Ximena continued to sip on the juice totally unfazed by her. Zoey flew off the handle and shouted, "Damn it! I'm trying to speak to you. Didn't you hear me?" "Are you?" Ximena glanced indifferently at Zoey and said, "I only heard a dog barking just now, and there is no need for me to answer a dog."

"You bitch!" Zoey leaped out of the sofa and pointed a finger at Ximena and screamed, "What do you mean? You are such a dirty dog!"

Ximena gave a little grunt as she shrugged her shoulders unconcerned. She wasn't going to waste her time arguing with Zoey over something so meaningless. She then took a magazine and began to read.